The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 642

Hotel

Charles hadn't left Charlie's side for a second. He'd kept watch all night with her and her mother, exhaustion finally overtaking him. Clutching his little girl's hand, he slumped against the bed, drifting into a shallow, uneasy sleep.

He'd just closed his eyes when Charlie, who'd seemed to be sleeping soundly, suddenly let out a weak, anguished whimper.

"Mm..."

The sound was barely there, but it cut through Charles's heart like a shard of ice.

He jolted awake, instantly alert. On the bed, Charlie's small face flushed an unnatural red, her breathing quick and shallow. Without warning, her body started to shake violently, sweat breaking out across her forehead. Her lips faded to a scary bluish-purple, and her hands and feet turned ice-cold.

"Charlie! Charlie, what's happening?!" Charles's voice was laced with panic, barely held in check.

Frantically, he checked her over, then shouted at Q outside the door, his tone sharp and urgent: "Get the car! Now! We're going to the manor!"

Nothing could happen to his Charlie. He wouldn't allow it. Not at any cost.

A chill of dread swept through the suite as Q rushed to get things ready.

In the car, Charles clung tightly to his daughter, regret burning in his chest-he should've taken her to Francis last night for a checkup. Here in Country Y, Francis was the only one he could trust, and his estate had the finest private doctors around.

But on the way to Korbin Manor, Charlie's condition spiraled. She started to vomit violently, each time bringing up strange, dark red streaks of blood. Her temperature swung wildly, her pupils going from glazed to pinprick and back. Her tiny body kept convulsing, her life force visibly slipping away.

"Faster! Step on it!" Charles's voice cracked. He wrapped himself around Charlie, shielding her from the car's walls as she shook, his heart feeling like it was being wrenched apart.

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